After transmigrating into the body of a junior sister of a celestial sect, the cultivation world wen

Qi Xucheng laughed in exasperation, raising his hand: "You called me a noob? What's your name? Which sect are you from?"

Ning Yue rested her chin on her hand: "Do you think you can pronounce my name correctly?"

"Do you think you're the head of student affairs? Why are you asking me which class I'm in?"

Qi Xucheng didn't quite understand Ning Yue's meaning.

But Ning Yue's blatant contempt was completely incomprehensible.

A cold and ruthless sword light flashed by, so fast that even the shopkeeper didn't have time to react.

Behind the sword's edge was Qi Xucheng's cold gaze: "A mere Qi Refining cultivator, yet you speak with such arrogance?"

With a loud crash, tables and chairs flew everywhere, and the dust kicked up made everyone around cough.

The spot where Ning Yue had been standing was now a ruin.

Ning Yue was nowhere to be found.

Qi Xucheng frowned as he looked at the ruins, coughed twice, covered his mouth, and waved, "Go and call the doctor..."

……

"...That's it?" A clear female voice rang out unhurriedly.

Ning Yue slowly yawned, fanning away the dust kicked up by the sword's energy with his hand: "That's it?"

After the dust settled, Ning Yue's thin and straight figure appeared.

Qi Xucheng slightly opened his eyes, his beautiful brows furrowing as if he couldn't believe it.

Not only him, but even the innkeeper was shocked, forgetting the rule that sword fights were forbidden at the inn during the same month.

"Young lady, you..."

"It's okay... I'm not hurt." Ning Yue patted the dust off his hands and then patted Xiao Hua's head.

Little Flower proudly nodded her head: "Has the outside world degenerated to this extent? Isn't this simple?"

Qi Xucheng stood there, stunned.

He couldn't understand how his attack, delivered by a Golden Core cultivator, could be so easily blocked by a mere Qi Refining girl.

Even if she only used a fraction of her strength, it was still something she couldn't resolve.

Judging from the girl's clothes and her fearless demeanor, it was indeed as the servant beside her had said.

They came from the lower realm.

I intended to take some action to teach her a lesson, to show her that one cannot act so recklessly in the upper realm.

I never expected to be stopped like this... It's really unexpected.

A look of inquiry and curiosity gradually lit up in Qi Xucheng's eyes.

His Nascent Soul stage attendant beside him was still indignant and wanted to launch another attack.

Qi Xucheng raised his hand to stop him, his voice calm: "No need."

He quietly observed the leisurely Ning Yue: "Which room are you staying in?"

Ning Yue was taken aback by the question, then raised an eyebrow at him: "What? Trying to take my room?"

"No," Qi Xucheng said, his handsome face expressionless, "I'll live with you."

"What, young master—?" The servant exclaimed, looking at Qi Xucheng in shock.

The shopkeeper frowned, his gaze shifting between Ning Yue and Qi Xucheng.

……

Ning Yue propped her head up and stared speechlessly at the ceiling. This guy could actually use a magical artifact to find her room on his own.

She got there first and refused to leave.

Indeed, the cultivation world is full of strange and wonderful things...

However, whether or not he can stay here is up to him...

Ning Yue raised her eyes to look at Qi Xucheng.

Qi Xucheng leaned closer, expressionless, and asked her, "Are you from the lower realm?"

"Mmm," Ning Yue replied flatly.

"Have you come to participate in the Fusō sect's grand selection of disciples?"

"..." Ning Yue turned around and looked at Qi Xucheng. "Aren't you from the Purgatory Sect? What are you doing at the Fusang Sect?"

Qi Xucheng raised an eyebrow at her, then, remembering that Ning Yue came from the lower realm, kindly offered an explanation.

"Each year, each sect selects the top ten from the Heavenly Ranking to form a task force to participate in the extermination of the demon race."

This time, the battleground is the northernmost demon cave of the Fusang Sect.

"Oh, that's pretty cool," Ning Yue responded symbolically.

Although Shi Yinghan had told me about the campaign against the demon race before, I didn't know about the Heavenly Ranking.

Looking at Ning Yue's expression, Qi Xucheng calmly added, "I am second on this list."

"Who's number one on the list?"

Qi Xucheng glanced at Ning Yue from the corner of his eye: "Master Yinghan of Fusang."

Ning Yue: "Wow—"

I knew Shi Yinghan was capable, but I never imagined she was this capable.

Ning Yue suddenly seemed eager to try: "What are the requirements to become one of the top ten on the Heavenly Ranking?"

Qi Xucheng looked down at her: "There are no special requirements. You just need to rank in the top ten in terms of overall ability among the disciples of the five major sects and more than a hundred smaller sects, which number in the hundreds of thousands."

Ning Yue: "...Wow."

Ningyue has once again activated the function of capturing and questioning locals.

"Are you a sword cultivator?"

Qi Xucheng nodded: "Mm."

Ning Yue glanced at the sword hanging at Qi Xucheng's waist, its scabbard a deep red, looking incredibly sophisticated, and couldn't help but feel a strong urge to pluck it.

How can I get the sword?

Qi Xucheng followed her gaze and glanced at his side.

He explained, "Sword cultivators can condense their own natal sword when they reach the Golden Core stage, but the formation of the natal sword depends on the master's talent and ability."

Not everyone can forge their own natal sword, and even if they do, it doesn't necessarily mean it's a good sword.

Qi Xucheng placed his hand on his sword.

"But it doesn't matter if you can't form a sword. Once you join the sect, even if you're just an outer disciple, you'll be required to carry a sword."

Ning Yue immediately wanted to enter the consciousness space and cultivate for several days and nights to quickly increase his cultivation level.

A personal sword is so cool!

Qi Xucheng leaned against the table, glancing indifferently at Ning Yue.

"How did you manage to dodge it?"

"...Huh?" Ning Yue looked up at him, not quite understanding.

"My attack just now clearly hit you, but you seem completely unharmed."

"...Oh," Ning Yue touched his nose and secretly glanced at the little flower on his shoulder.

No one else can see the little flower, only she can.

Little Flower straightened its leaves and snorted, "Of course it's your vegetable."

Ning Yue: "..."

She crossed her arms and mimicked Xiaohua's expression, saying, "Of course it's your style."

Qi Xucheng: "..."

He raised an eyebrow.

Ning Yue chuckled softly and flicked a petal off a small flower.

With such a big treasure on my shoulder, I can shield myself from anyone who comes.

However, the most urgent task is to improve one's cultivation level.

Ning Yue turned her head to look at Qi Xucheng, resting her chin on her hand.

"By the way, when are you leaving? I'm getting worried about you staying here."

Qi Xucheng frowned and glanced at Ning Yue from head to toe: "I have no interest in little girls."

Ning Yue's brow twitched: "...Who are you talking about, the little girl?"

"Are you twelve years old?"

Ning Yue suddenly realized that she hadn't looked in a mirror since she woke up, only checking her body size.

Ning Yue stood up and ran to the mirror.

Qi Xucheng looked at her, puzzled.

The face in the mirror was indeed that of a child, with fair and radiant skin, the smooth and delicate skin typical of a child.

She had round, doe-like eyes, a small nose, and bright red lips.

The girl in the mirror froze for a moment, then opened her eyes wide.

Holy crap!

Wearing this makes her look even younger, she looks so incredibly youthful! Is she really twelve years old?!

Seeing her actions, Qi Xucheng asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Ning Yue woke up with a start: "It's nothing, it's nothing," she said, then changed the subject and asked again.

"What's wrong with the little girl? Didn't you just insist on sharing a room with me?"

Qi Xucheng was helpless. He came in to see who this girl was, as she had so easily withstood a blow from a Golden Core cultivator.

He found a cushion, sat down cross-legged, and said, "I'm not doing anything. You do your thing, just don't bother me."

After saying that, he began to concentrate on his cultivation.

Ning Yue, of course, wouldn't allow it!

She immediately grabbed Qi Xucheng's sleeve and pulled him up from the cushion.

Qi Xucheng, confused, was pulled up and looked at Ning Yue with a puzzled expression: "What?"

Ning Yue smiled: "The little girl doesn't want to be in the same space as you."

After saying that, he grabbed Qi Xucheng and threw him at the door.

Anyway, she initially agreed to let him in in order to get some information. Now that she has the information, why keep him around?

Of course we have to get out of there right away!

Qi Xucheng: "..."

This is truly the first time in my life! Someone has left me at the door. Normally, who wouldn't be extremely respectful to him?

But Qi Xucheng had no choice at the moment, so he lifted his eyelids and glanced at Ning Yue.

He dragged his cushion to the doorway and sat down to meditate.

Ning Yue stared at him curiously for two seconds as he remained motionless.

She vaguely remembered that she was lying down when she got up after finishing her cultivation. Did others sit for several hours?

Terrible terrible.

Ning Yue sighed, then lay down on the bed and began to cultivate according to the method taught by Shi Yinghan.

After all, the grand election for accepting apprentices is just around the corner.